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| REJOICE, ye pure in heart, | |
| Rejoice, give thanks and sing; | |
| Your festal banner wave on high, | |
| The Cross of Christ your King. | |
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| Bright youth and snow-crown’d age | 5 |
| Strong men and maidens meek, | |
| Raise high your free exulting song, | |
| God’s wondrous praises speak. | |
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| Yes onward, onward still, | |
| With hymn and chant and song, | 10 |
| Thro’ gate, and porch, and columned aisle | |
| The hallow’d pathways throng. | |
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| With all the angel-choirs, | |
| With all the saints on earth, | |
| Pour out the strains of joy and bliss, | 15 |
| True rapture, noblest mirth. | |
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| Your clear Hosannas raise, | |
| And Hallelujahs loud, | |
| Whilst answering echoes upward float, | |
| Like wreaths of incense-cloud. | 20 |
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| With voice as full and strong | |
| As ocean’s surging praise, | |
| Send forth the hymns our fathers loved, | |
| The psalms of ancient days. | |
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| Yes, on, through life’s long path, | 25 |
| Still chanting as ye go, | |
| From youth to age, by night and day, | |
| In gladness and in woe. | |
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| Still lift your standard high, | |
| Still march in firm array, | 30 |
| As warriors through the darkness toil, | |
| Till dawns the golden day. | |
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| At last the march shall end, | |
| The wearied ones shall rest, | |
| The pilgrims find their Father’s house, | 35 |
| Jerusalem the blest. | |
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| Then on, ye pure in heart, | |
| Rejoice, give thanks, and sing; | |
| Your festal banner wave on high, | |
| The Cross of Christ your King. | 40 |
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| Praise Him who reigns on high, | |
| The Lord whom we adore, | |
| Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, | |
| One God for evermore. | |
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